The Immeasurable Measure of Alchemical Measure

About this poem

As the modern Internet and the present state of technology advance digitally we, as a species of ‘Homo Sapiens,’ are steadily and increasingly so exponentially, experiencing the atomization of human society on a global scale to the extent that we have become robotically aware (perhaps unaware?) of the increasing devaluation of that which historically and traditionally has connected us as civil communities, societies, nations and nationalities. Today, we yearn to return to things of lasting cultural value. Metaphorical alchemical poetry, serving humanity as a transformative agent of human societies, offers that hope to restore the world to attain a renaissance of moral and ethical wealth. That is the overriding incentive for my composing poetry for our contemplation and for our self-reflection. Postscript: Subsequent to my having composed this poem and having posted it online on poetry.com I have discovered via the curiosity of Internet research conducted by me on Tuesday, September 19, 2023, that a similar and much earlier commentary on the immeasurable essence of God, and relating to the metaphysical theological poetry of George Herbert (1593-1633), English poet, orator and priest of the Church of England, has been made by the Reverend Miranda Threlfall-Holmes, Archdeacon of Liverpool of the Parish of Saint James, Liverpool, United Kingdom, in which she reveals how the nature of God and of the Divine Love of God in the poetical works of George Herbert, in his poem, “The Agony,” is described as beyond human measure, emphasizing this fact of the Divine in this parsimonious manner: “How can we measure the immeasurable….” Describing the divine sacrificial love of Christ on the cross for humanity, as expressed by the penitent worshiper in the sacrament of the Holy Communion or The Lord’s Supper, George Herbert, in the third and final stanza of his “Agony” poem, states passionately: “Who knows not Love, let him assay, And taste that juice, which on the crosse a pike Did set again abroach; then let him say if ever he did taste the like. Love in that liquor sweet and most divine, Which my God feels as blood; but I, as wine.” In great awe of the Divine, I declare that my more recently composed poem, that I have named “The Immeasurable Measure of Alchemical Measure,” pales in comparison with the immeasurable awe and majesty of God. By the mysterious virtues of synchronistic vision, I am blessed to have encountered a medium and guidance that points to the divine power and authority of the Holy Spirit. more »